Unafraid of the Unknown

Also, I’m going to sit down once I’ve dropped the link to the new blog and I will be clearing out most of my inbox. I do have some asks I want to answer, but the rest will be deleted. 

A lot of threads are also going to be dropped. I’ll make a list of the ones I intend on continuing, but aside from that, others will get dropped. I hate dropping threads but I’ve lost track of a lot of them and I’ve gotten overwhelmed. With this fresh start however, I’ll be trying my best to keep up with my thread tracker so that I don’t overwhelm myself again. ( any of my most recent threads will definitely be continued, and that also goes for asks u guys have answered for me! ) 

“Oh I wouldn’t miss it for the world Ms. Duck.” Peter gave her a smile as well. “Louie was telling me about how you all go on adventures around the world. Do you have one of them planned for this week? I’d love to see how it goes.” 

Louie gives an internal sigh of relief as his mom goes along with the lie of knowing beforehand. He keeps his smile on his face, hugging her tighter for a beat and then stepping back to Peter’s side who automatically put an arm around him. “If Dewey and Webby are home, we definitely will. Can’t get enough of that those two.”

▬▬▬ ☾☆      Della kept the smile  on  her  face.  Best  not  to  falter  in  front  of  this  guy.  She  returned  Louie’s  hug;  that  was  only  further  proof  to  her  that  there  was  something  very  wrong  here.  Nonetheless,  she’d  have  to  act  like  everything  was  normal.  

                                  ❛  Well, we don’t have anything planned yet, but anything could come up! We’ll play it by ear. I do think they’re home... I’m sure we’ll see them soon. Are you guys hungry? Want anything to drink?  ❜

❝ Unlevitate the guitar right now. ❞ Donald squints at his sibling, wand pointed in her direction. [ bbys for the switched au u-u] / @rcwrittcn​ 

▬▬▬ ☾☆      There’s a smirk on  Della’s  face  as  she  stares  right  back  at  Donald,  holding  back  her  laugh.  He  just  got  so  worked  up!  Her  eyes  leave  his  for  a  moment,  looking  at  the  wand  in  his  hand  &&  then  up  to  the  floating  guitar.  

                                  ❛  && what if I don’t? Whatcha gonna do, Donnie?  ❜

            belladonna

This is the poison of falling in love. You taste it and your heart beats fast. Your eyes dilate, you fall into deep delirium. You may be a bit dramatic and impulsive, and it gets you into trouble sometimes, but you just can't help yourself. It's in your blood. You love because it is the truest beauty you've found in this harsh world. Even when it's hurt you before, when it's poisoned you, you still find a way. They may call you naive for still believing in it, or vain for making yourself and your surroundings so meticulously lovely. But to love like this is brave and noble, and I hope you find the beauty you seek. Chances are, it's within and all around you already, if you know where to look.

“ we need to go shopping! baby clothes, maternity clothes, furniture, all of it! ” / fr. gladstone <3 / @dollhousemuses​ 

▬▬▬ ☾☆      In all honesty, Della  was  kinda  freaking  out.  But  she  was  doing  her  best  to  stay  calm.  Sure,  she  was  excited  to  have  the  eggs,  but  it  was  still  kind  of  terrifying.  What  if  she  wasn’t  a  good  mother?  The  last  thing  she  wanted  was  for  her  kids  to  hate  her.  Maybe  it  was  just  a  pregnancy  panic.  Who  knew?  Della  sure  didn’t.  But  maybe  this  would  be  a  good  thing!  Shopping  with  her  cousin  for  baby  stuff.  

                                  ❛  Heh, yeah! Baby stuff, they need things. So many things. Things I need to get. Let’s do it!  ❜

Della not trying to rend herself from his embrace was another welcome little surprise. He let go of her, a happy smile on his face. Y’know, he thought, we really might get along after all! Really get along!

“I’ve been putting headphones over the egg at night. I dunno if the duckling inside can hear it yet or feel the beats or anything but… I like to think so.”

He paused then, wondering what next to ask. He had so much on his mind, but so little time for answers. The egg was being tended to in his jacket without issue but sooner or later it would hatch! Question time would be up and game time would be a go. “Della- When’ll I know what’s in the egg? O-or do I have to wait for it to hatch t’know if it’s a boy or a girl?”

▬▬▬ ☾☆      Honestly, Della felt like  she’d  stepped  into  the  twilight  zone  or  something.  She  was  pretty  sure  this  was  the  first  real  conversation  she’d  had  with  LP  that  didn’t  immediately  irritate  her.  She  did  have  to  hand  it  to  him  for  being  so  responsible  with  this  egg  already.  He  was  doing  everything  right  so  far.  

                                  ❛  There are definitely ways to tell the gender; I knew I was having boys, so. I think it’s based on coloring and weight of the egg? I’m not too sure on that one... I’d ask a doctor.  ❜

"you know, I never thought Gandra would go for a mother of three." Corben says. He clearly looks unimpressed. "full of surprises now, isn't she?"  / @clucktales​ 

▬▬▬ ☾☆      Well, right off the  bat  that  was  a  red  flag  to  Della.  She  didn’t  know  who  this  guy  was  but  clearly  he  knew  Gandra --  unless..  This  had  to  be  her  ex.  It  put  Della  on  high  alert,  the  duck  stiffening  suddenly.  She  wasn’t  afraid,  but  she  wouldn’t  underestimate  him  either.  But  things  hadn’t  escalated  yet  &&  she  wasn’t  going  to  be  the  one  to  do  it,  even  if  him  knowing  these  things  meant  that  he’d  been  watching.  That  meant  she  needed  to  warn  Gandra  about  him.  From  what  she’d  been  told  about  her  past  relationship,  she  never  wanted  him  to  be  near  her  again.

                                  ❛  If that surprises you, then maybe you don’t know her as well as you think you do, buddy.  ❜

FROM THE INBOX: ❛ What’s that you got there, Drake? ❜ / @lunarspeared​​​​

Drake pauses, taking a step or two out of the elevator up to the apartment level of the tower, Gosalyn trailing behind. Both of them tired, emotionally, and physically– Drake probably more then her, at least physically. Parts of his body ached that he had not felt ache since his fight with Jim Starling

He blinked owlishly for a moment, as if not quite comprehending that she was there, even though she’d been in his apartment before. He’d been up for a few days, he was exhausted.

“Uhh…” The vigilante glanced back at the teenager with him, and Gosalyn just shrugged, walking away and offering him absolutely no help.

Drake wasn’t even sure how to answer that question. He’d kind of completely forgot that Della would definitely come here once she knew that the boys and her uncle were safe, and they were, Darkwing had made sure of it, Taurus Bulba was in prison, and Gosalyn had destroyed the Ramrod.

All he wanted to do was sleep for a solid 18 hours and figure out how he was going to adjust his entire life to having a teenager live with him.

“ … a smoothie?” Drake offered, holding out the drink tiredly. “Did you want some?”

▬▬▬ ☾☆      She could tell just  by  looking  at  him  that  he  was  practically  dead  on  his  feet.  Maybe  rushing  over  here  wasn’t  the  best  idea,  but  Della  had  been  worried  about  him  along  with  her  boys.  She’d  seen  them  &&  made  sure  that  they  were  okay.  Of  course  she  checked  on  them  first.  Even  now,  being  separated  from  them  was  giving  her  the  slightest  bit  of  anxiety,  but  she  genuinely  was  worried  about  Drake  too.  

            But standing here now,  she  was  taken  off  guard  by  the  teenager  with  him.  She’d  definitely  missed  a  lot  &&  she  hated  that.  All  in  all  though,  she  was  glad  everyone  turned  out  alright.  Drake  &&  this  teenager  looked  wiped  out,  but  that  seemed  to  be  the  extent.  She  knew  that  Drake  was  okay  specifically  by  his  response,  to  which  she  sighed  &&  rolled  her  eyes.  She  still  took  the  smoothie  though  &&  took  a  sip.  

                                  ❛  I meant the literal teenage girl that came in with you, but --  ❜  She  took  a  pause  to  hand  him  back  his  smoothie.  ❛  -- that is a good smoothie... But back to the question.  ❜

❝ Ae was just about to say – ❞ the man responds with an amused chortle at her plans. He had expected nothing less from his niece, and of course, that just made everything ten times easier. What better way to lure someone to their demise than having it be their idea? ❝ Beautiful skies like that aren’t to be wasted! Goodness, there’s not a dreary cloud in sight! ❞

FOR NOW.

He pauses for thought, eyes darting to the side in thought. Pondering, it seems.

❝ You know… ❞ he starts, glancing back at her with a sheepish smile. ❝ There is some uncharted territory that could use charting, if ye’d want to make the trip afterwards. For old times sake, you and me.  ❞

▬▬▬ ☾☆      The offer was sweet.  It  had  been  a  very  long  time  since  she  &&  Uncle  Scrooge  went  on  an  adventure  together,  just  the  two  of  them.  While  Donald  was  still  in  college,  actually.  Before  the  moon.  It’d  be  a  nostalgia  trip  &&  how  could  she  ever  possibly  pass  something  like  that  up?  So  she  nodded  her  agreement  to  the  idea.  

                                  ❛  I think that sounds really fun. As soon as we get back, you’re on. Where is this uncharted territory anyway?  ❜

It was fascinating and wonderful to see Della acting so differently toward him than she normally did. He was so used to her being a bossy grump. He hoped that she’d stay like this toward him from now on instead: warm, helpful, friendly. They were cut of the same cloth after all and needn’t be enemies.

Launchpad leaned down and hugged Della, so thankful was he for any help with the egg. He knew a little about eggs having helped care for his baby sister growing up, but having a woman’s touch, a woman who had raised three eggs right up until hatching, would be of great help to him.

“Blankets would be great. I’ve been using space heaters, my jacket, and my own body heat to keep the egg warm so far. A-and it’s worked but it’d be better to have blankets meant to hold the warmth in.”

“And… is it ok to sleep with it close to me? I worry about smashing it on accident but it’s the safest way I know to keep it warm and I can’t really toss and turn in my hammock…”

▬▬▬ ☾☆      She was taken off  guard  by  the  sudden  hugging  but  didn’t  pull  away  from  him  immediately,  instead  kind  of  awkwardly  patting  his  back.  Della  was  just  happy  to  help,  especially if it  meant  a  baby  having  a  chance  at  a  good  life.  

                                  ❛  Those are all really good methods, if not a little outdated. But hey, it works! I’ll get the blankets. I think Donnie may also still have the mobile bassinet too, I’ll have to check with him.  ❜

            Launchpad was asking some  really  good  questions  &&  she  had  to  give  him  credit  for  thinking  about  these  things  &&  asking  before  doing  it.  But  then  again,  parenthood  really  could  change  a  person.  

                                  ❛  Eggs are a lot sturdier than you think. Donald dropped one of mine once, the egg didn’t even crack... I mean, I wouldn’t aim for dropping them, of course. But I’d say yes, you can sleep with it close. I used to sing to the boys in their eggs too. I think they like it. Sometimes the boys’ eggs would wiggle as I talked to them. That was more near the end though.  ❜

“Yeah. Thankfully we found it just in time. The doc said if we hadn’t warmed it up when we did it… wouldn’t have made it. Y’know, as soon as DW and me were back in his Tower, I sat with it next to a space heater and sweated it out a while. We started digging for potential parents but… nothing. The police are looking into it too but we haven’t heard from ‘em in days now.”

“We swung by the orphanage the next day too and long story short I signed up to foster it. I- I didn’t wanna let it outta my sight, Della. What if me leaving it at the orphanage would’ve been just as bad as leaving it in the alley?”

▬▬▬ ☾☆      LP really had done  good  by  immediately  warming  the  egg  up.  Della  was  actually  impressed.  Taking  care  of  an  egg...  It  was  a  lot  of  work.  Keeping  them  warm  was  the  most  important  thing.  She  knew  he  cared  a  lot  about  others,  that  was  no  secret,  &&  the  responsibility  he’d  just  decided  to  take  on  was  more  than  he  even  knew.  So  Della  just  nodded  &&  would  try  her  best  to  help  out.  

                                  ❛  I think you did the right thing, LP. You wanted to make sure the egg was safe. Now because of you, that baby has a chance. If you need any help, I’m here okay? I might not have been able to raise my boys myself, but I was here for them before they hatched. I might still have some of the blankets I used -- do you want them?  ❜

          Huey doesn’t know how to respond to that. 

His eyebrows narrow, creating a wrinkle in between them and his bill purses. He could feel his temper rising and he wasn’t even completely sure why. His mother was saying that she supported him, why was that making him so angry? He holds the box in his hands a little tighter, his fingers straining against the cardboard and he watches as it beds inwards. 

          He bites the inside of his cheek, trying to contain his temper. A breath through the nose, out through the mouth. He’s containing it, but he can’t quite manage to bite back his comment once he figures out the source of his anger. 

                     “ I don’t need your support. I don’t need anything from you. ” 

▬▬▬ ☾☆      She didn’t say anything  at  first  after  Huey’s  comment  tumbled  out.  It  hurt,  but  she  wasn’t  going  to  let  it  consume  her.  She  knew  there  was  a  rift  here,  that  they  weren’t  going  to  see  eye  to  eye  all  the  time.  But  she  was  still  his  mother  which  meant  she  wasn’t  going  to  give  up  on  him  &&  accept  things  the  way  they  were  playing  out  right  now.  There  was  nothing  Della  wanted  more  than  to  have  a  good  relationship  with  her  kids.  

                                  ❛  I know you don’t need it. That isn’t what I was trying to say. I’m just -- I’m trying. You’re my son && I just want to be here for you in any way I can. Now that I’m able to.  ❜

If Della was frustrated, then Bulba was just as much. He hadn’t wanted to put the kids in danger, they just wouldn’t stop asking questions, so he had to put them away. And Dewey… he’d been helping Gosalyn and Darkwing steal the key. He’d gotten a little rough, but he hadn’t intended on actually hurting the boy. But Della wouldn’t care about that. She always got so irrational when it came to her children. Rightfully so, he supposed.

“FOWL was a stepping stone to get the resources and funding I needed for my research. I had no loyalty to Bradford or any of the people working for him.” He put a hand on the bars. “There were things that I knew your uncle would never give the okay for, but the old Buzzard was willing to divert funds, so I took the offer.”

“I love you, Della Duck. But I won’t be so needy as to ask you to stay with me while I’m behind bars. I want you to know this, though. Had I known that Bradford was going to throw the boys into the RAMROD, I’d have thrown him into it first, instead of in a cell near theirs.”

▬▬▬ ☾☆      She really couldn’t get  over  how  stupid  she  felt.  Della  was  supposed  to  be  the  one  to  see  stuff  like  this.  He  played  her  for  a  fool.  She  fell  for  it.  Fell  for  him.  But  she  knew  better  now.  Sighing,  she  shook  her  head  at  him.  She  was  still  going  to  do  this.

                                  ❛  I don’t want to know any more. ❜  She  paused.  ❛  We’re through. That’s... pretty much all I wanted to say to you.  ❜

“And you did. You always find a way to pull off the impossible in any situation. It’s somethin’ I’ve always admired about you. And I know your whole family’s happy to have you back- I am too, more than you know.”

Since they’d met, really. Mickey had known the twins for so long, and he’d been enamored with Della’s drive and stubborn grit almost as long, even if he’d swallowed that down as far as he could. he didn’t want to ruin the friendship they’d built, or his friendship with Donald.

But seeing her again just dragged all those feelings back up, and he just couldn’t focus more than what little he was right now, a brilliant smile gracing his face.

“You really are one dynamite gal.”

▬▬▬ ☾☆      Della still hadn’t dropped  her  arms,  but  her  attention  was  on  the  compliments  Mickey  was  paying  her.  Even  if  deep  down,  she  felt  like  she  didn’t  deserve  them.  It  was  hard  sometimes,  but  she  definitely  wasn’t  going  to  ruin  the  happy  moment  with  her  constant  self  loathing.  Mickey  didn’t  need  that.  His  final  compliment  made  her  blush,  going  in  for  another  hug  in  order  to  hide  that.  

                                  ❛  You’re pretty great yourself, Mick. Anyway -- enough about me! Tell me what you’ve been doing!  ❜